Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Wings,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.